He'd only visited this place once, in the dead of winter, to see what petals had survived the first frost. Ever on the lookout for new blooms, Haizel's chambers back in the mesa were filled to bursting with heat-hardened flora ready for transplant. Every color he could find, the dirt-covered man would certainly dig at the roots and grow for his Pharaoh (although he did not necessarily understand the significance of the many words Senmut had spoken that day, it made everyone happy.)

In his opinion, there was nothing greater than seeing the happiness on her face when she saw a new one. The same went for all his friends. He kept Senmut's flower of friendship well-watered and thriving. 

But it had been long since Snake-Lady had slithered into his dreams, so perhaps she had moved on. The doe-wolf had slipped away from the palace today in search of new projects for the summer. After all - when one batch of flowers were 

And woah! This meadow was FULL of flowers. So many! He'd need a party to come and collect as many as possible for the red halls of the palace. 

Haizel's heart was full of happiness, the likes of which painted an open-mouthed smile and a lolling tongue that slid over slight yellowed fangs.

What adventures would the free-spirit enjoy today? Oh, the summer was full of surprises!

All at once, he stumbled, grunting, but fall, he did not. Upon realizing that the thing that had just body-slammed into him was a wolf, his feathery tail was up in a wag and his sunlight eyes shone with the potential of making a new friend. 

The man, as it happened, was also terrible at hunting rabbits, too. Why would he need to? Tuna and the other delightful coyotes always gave him his dinner. And he always said thank you. Because that was always so very nice of them.

Hi! I'm Haizel! Who're you? he inquired. 

In truth, he'd never been a good hunter. Unless he was hunting flowers! Chalk it up to genetics, as both of his parents and both of his brothers were as large as he was. Although, the man had been told he was rather dainty for a man of his particular lineage. 

Which made it even easier to mimic a deer. Though, of course, he had no idea why any of this crossed his mind. Suppose it'd just been weighing on him a little bit. 

He missed them, but he loved life in the mesa so very much. Now, he looked this new wolf over. Leto his head tilted to a degree that the sun springled gold in his eyes. Her pelt would look rather good with a sunflower, or maybe- oh, yes. She was pale and therefore a lot of flowers would look just lovely tangled in her fur! And this wasn't being a flirt, as Haizel was very oblivious to that sort of thing, but he'd put flowers in everyone's fur who let him.

Haizel himself was normally decorated with flowers and their petals, but today, they'd fallen off before he'd gotten to the meadow. He'd have to get some more. Do you like flowers? his customary greeting.

Fantastic, he chuckled, a smile so bright it kind of looked like it hurt. I love flowers. 

He really wanted someone to put flowers on. After all, Akashingo was made of mostly reddish wolves or those that wouldn't dare dream of sitting still and letting him mess with their fur. Or those that for some bizarre reason, didn't like him or flowers.

Weird, right? Most people didn't mind him at all. As far as he could remember, which albeit wasn't a whole long time back. His memory was as bad as his nose. But when it came to flowers... that was a different thing. 

They'd look really good in your fur - I - I mean- your fur's really pale and it's easier to match flowers to a pale pelt than it is most of those I work with. So... there's that. Um... where are you from? I've never seen you around. 

And he was usually very good at recognizing those that, according to him, were friends.